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When Addicts Cry


Hear my battle cry For the addict’s cries Who will listen? God witness these baby's being born To rotten situations See the dying breed of this nation All addicts made to be forsaken Till the addict’s cry Who will listen Grant their position The blow of this harsh world Sends young kings & women Spiraling out of control Who to listen Lost souls found at the crossroads Once the addicts are heard By the battle cry now known so well Babies born addicted Afflicted with this sickness Who did this Momma or father Why bother this world just gets harder Darker we fall farther We the light in this fight If not, we escape to the dark of nights Pass the pipe, each hit of dope Takes a price a piece of our soul So much we don't know No one took the time to teach us Become harder to reach can you even hear us? Out of control, energy void Out of control demons now you With our emotions Lost little girl & boy In those broken homes This broken home so broken I run alone with nowhere to go Hear the addicts cry Trying to find their way home When Addicts Cry
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